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Now I rest, for here I build heaven, Within these glades of infinity. Here I shall find a place for my idyl, Down by where the corn fields lead. That which I sow shall not be forgotten, Lest I grow weary of my Harvest deeds. And that which is dead shall resurrect, Like the changing of the autumn leaves.
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Sep 21, 2023
Sep 21, 2023 at 7:54 AM UTC
The Golden Harvest
Now I rest, for here I build heaven, Within these glades of infinity. Here I shall find a place for my idyl, Down by where the corn fields lead. That which I sow shall not be forgotten, Lest I grow weary of my Harvest deeds. And that which is dead shall resurrect, Like the changing of the autumn leaves.
Isaace
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Sep 21, 2023
Sep 21, 2023 at 7:54 AM UTC
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